• 21st January
    2012
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  • 1st January
    2012
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  • 31st December
    2011
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  • 27th December
    2011
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today was a good day

brunch with my siblings followed by shopping with my sister; home for a brief break and a shower and then out with my peeps - dinner and drinks followed by fellowship and drinks at my sister’s. also, the Laker game. We lost, but we are still the kings. 

i want to remember this day. it was beautiful inside and out. 

  • 15th November
    2011
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​It’s not unusual for big companies to be accused of stealing from the little guys. (Remember that whole Urban Outfitters drama earlier this year?) And we’re the first to admit that sometimes really good ideas happen to come to different people at the same time. But it’s hard to imagine that the most recent case — involving artist Ophelia Chong, who was informed last Friday by a student that Starbucks’ packaging design looked quite a lot like something Chong herself had created — is somehow the coincidence of creative minds thinking alike. As Hyperallergic puts it, “Ophelia Chong’s work looks a hell of a lot like that Starbucks illustration.
Did Starbucks Steal From Artist Ophelia Chong? - New York News - Runnin’ Scared
  • 14th November
    2011
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I returned to the Southwest station today, Monday, November 14, 2011 at 3:15p.m. The first officer I spoke with was an Officer Moran, Badge No. 16707. He advised me that I was not the first El Camino student to come and ask for this information, and he and his fellow officers had been advised they could not show the log to us because it contained personal and confidential information in it including Driver License numbers, addresses, phone numbers and names of both alleged perpetrators and victims of crimes. I had my pocket copy of the law with me, and so I showed it to him. He seemed a bit confused and stated it may be better for me to speak with his supervisor. He asked if I would not mind waiting. I stated that I did not.
coffeenated - A Public Records Request
  • 30th October
    2011
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  • 27th October
    2011
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oh. randomly.

I haven’t really been on tumblr in a few days. I feel like I’m missing out. School is kicking my ass like a bully, but that bitch know she been in a fight. 4 A’s and 2 B’s so far. I’m feeling myself. *dougies*

There is something to be said about the symmetry of friendships that help you to align your way of thinking and contribute to your expansion. I’m feeling that too.

No snuggles. I hadn’t even really thought about it until just now when I realized there was no playstation going on behind me as I sit here and type. oh. 

Today I received affirmation of my gifts in so many ways. 

I got this. 

  • 24th October
    2011
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  • 23rd October
    2011
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Sundays

Sundays are made for playing music, burning incense and cleaning your house. Relaxing after a full morning with your sister, you smile repeatedly thinking about all the things that make your life good right now. You are thankful, and you return this gift to the universe by reflecting as much love as possible to as many people as possible; it’s a contagious thing.

You remember that life is precious, and each day is a renewable gift; you vow to use them in a manner befitting their value - infinite. 

As “Oh I Think They Like Me” plays on your Pandora station, you find yourself doing a ditty bop as you move about the living room picking up all the things that remind you of this life you’ve built for yourself - library books, textbooks, notebooks, and skein after skein of yarn. You are grateful for the mess to clean and the space within the mess resides; you are happy that you have the mobility and agility to do the ditty bop.

You sip your third cup of coffee of the day, and you are thankful for that too; it is, after all, your drug of choice.

You remember that each of these things, these tiny little moments and secret spurts of joy are possible because you are possible. You remember this and you smile again.

You look forward to tomorrow. Monday - Your longest school day of the week, with classes until the afternoon and then more at night. You are grateful that you have the opportunity to do it all over again, and you smile again because you remember that you are doing it on your terms this time.

Lil Wayne comes on, and as you bop your head, typing on the wireless keyboard to your laptop, you remember that writing is a gift too, and you promise not to squander it.

You are thankful for the friends you have; they continuously inspire you and bolster you, moving you on to bigger and greater things.

All of this, of course, appreciated in the moments you have to yourself on a Sunday afternoon. Beautiful, sunny, music-filled and happy.

Sundays were made for this.